as this new India to mean something since the three minutes in Eric Buchanan’s linen closet didn’t. Or the five in Nate Clarendon’s boat house or the… Never mind. This is hot—like really, ridiculously, unimaginably hot—but I wouldn’t call it special. Rey doesn’t so much as blink.
“Anything else?”
“Just what we’ve talked about before.”
“You don’t need to worry about that tonight.”
I press my lips together. “Then, yes, I’d like to play.”
“I’ll let him know. Go stand in front of the fireplace, you’ll look divine. Do as you’re told, use your safewords if you need to. I know you like him, but don’t forget rule number one.”
“I never have to do anything I don’t want to do.”
“That’s right. Now, be a good pet, and run along.” Rey cups my face in one hand and pulls me in to kiss my forehead.
“Yes, sir.”
I take up my spot in front of the fireplace, cast my eyes down, and wait.
Chapter Six
‡
Year One
“L ook at me.”
I raise my eyes to Hunter’s warm brown ones. I’m glad he’s letting me look at him. I find the no-eye-contact thing disconcerting.
“Take off your dress.”
I do as I’m told, without hesitation, and when I’ve peeled myself out of it, I lay the dress over the arm of a nearby chair. The warmth of the fire licks at my naked skin as I stand before him in my collar, barely there undies, and high shoes, clasping my hands behind my back. He looks relaxed, sitting on the brown leather couch with an ankle crossed over a knee, one arm draped over the back. As if telling someone to take off their clothes and having them do it is something that happens to him every day. It probably is. I’m not sure if that excites or disappoints me.
“Come here.”
I start to walk, but he holds up a finger. I freeze, placing my hands once again behind my back.
“On your knees.”
Pleasure as visceral as electricity sizzles through me and it makes it hard to breathe. I drop to my hands and knees and start toward him. The sizzle has deepened into a throb of neediness in my core. Not only do I want this—badly—I need it. I need him. Rey’s had me crawl before—it brought me more pleasure than I’d like to admit—but there’s an added dimension because Hunter isn’t my teacher. Knowing that this is making him want me, crave me—it’s transcendent.
By the time I reach him, I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been, more than I thought was humanly possible. Until he says “Good girl,” and then I might expire from wanting.
“Turn toward the windows.”
This leaves me on hands and knees with him gazing at me from the side. His eyes run over me from head to toe, and I can practically feel them catch on the jagged scar on my lower back but he doesn’t say anything about it. I hope he’s not finding me lacking. He uncrosses his leg, lays a single finger just below my collar, and trails it down my spine to the waistband of my undies and then back up before gathering my hair that falls nearly to the floor and draping it over my far shoulder.
“You’re very pretty, baby.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He runs the back of his knuckles over my cheek, and my lids sink, heavy with the pleasure of his praise.
“Eyes open until I tell you otherwise, unless you want to be punished.”
My eyes fly open and my lips part.
“And mouth closed. I see Mr. Walter still has some work to do with you.” He nudges my chin with a knuckle. “You’re just brand-new, aren’t you? It’s almost sweet. But don’t let it happen again.”
“Yes, sir.”
My heart is pounding hard and my breathing is heavy, although I’m trying to keep as quiet as possible. He lays two fingers on me this time, running them once again down my back. When he gets to my waistband, he taps his fingertips twice. I’ve started studying a series of cues with Rey, but this hasn’t come up. Who’s to say they’d be the same even if it had? So I guess and slide my knees wider. He taps
“Anything else?”
“Just what we’ve talked about before.”
“You don’t need to worry about that tonight.”
I press my lips together. “Then, yes, I’d like to play.”
“I’ll let him know. Go stand in front of the fireplace, you’ll look divine. Do as you’re told, use your safewords if you need to. I know you like him, but don’t forget rule number one.”
“I never have to do anything I don’t want to do.”
“That’s right. Now, be a good pet, and run along.” Rey cups my face in one hand and pulls me in to kiss my forehead.
“Yes, sir.”
I take up my spot in front of the fireplace, cast my eyes down, and wait.
Chapter Six
‡
Year One
“L ook at me.”
I raise my eyes to Hunter’s warm brown ones. I’m glad he’s letting me look at him. I find the no-eye-contact thing disconcerting.
“Take off your dress.”
I do as I’m told, without hesitation, and when I’ve peeled myself out of it, I lay the dress over the arm of a nearby chair. The warmth of the fire licks at my naked skin as I stand before him in my collar, barely there undies, and high shoes, clasping my hands behind my back. He looks relaxed, sitting on the brown leather couch with an ankle crossed over a knee, one arm draped over the back. As if telling someone to take off their clothes and having them do it is something that happens to him every day. It probably is. I’m not sure if that excites or disappoints me.
“Come here.”
I start to walk, but he holds up a finger. I freeze, placing my hands once again behind my back.
“On your knees.”
Pleasure as visceral as electricity sizzles through me and it makes it hard to breathe. I drop to my hands and knees and start toward him. The sizzle has deepened into a throb of neediness in my core. Not only do I want this—badly—I need it. I need him. Rey’s had me crawl before—it brought me more pleasure than I’d like to admit—but there’s an added dimension because Hunter isn’t my teacher. Knowing that this is making him want me, crave me—it’s transcendent.
By the time I reach him, I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been, more than I thought was humanly possible. Until he says “Good girl,” and then I might expire from wanting.
“Turn toward the windows.”
This leaves me on hands and knees with him gazing at me from the side. His eyes run over me from head to toe, and I can practically feel them catch on the jagged scar on my lower back but he doesn’t say anything about it. I hope he’s not finding me lacking. He uncrosses his leg, lays a single finger just below my collar, and trails it down my spine to the waistband of my undies and then back up before gathering my hair that falls nearly to the floor and draping it over my far shoulder.
“You’re very pretty, baby.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He runs the back of his knuckles over my cheek, and my lids sink, heavy with the pleasure of his praise.
“Eyes open until I tell you otherwise, unless you want to be punished.”
My eyes fly open and my lips part.
“And mouth closed. I see Mr. Walter still has some work to do with you.” He nudges my chin with a knuckle. “You’re just brand-new, aren’t you? It’s almost sweet. But don’t let it happen again.”
“Yes, sir.”
My heart is pounding hard and my breathing is heavy, although I’m trying to keep as quiet as possible. He lays two fingers on me this time, running them once again down my back. When he gets to my waistband, he taps his fingertips twice. I’ve started studying a series of cues with Rey, but this hasn’t come up. Who’s to say they’d be the same even if it had? So I guess and slide my knees wider. He taps
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